How could the Drunkard’s Peanuts prepared by Yuan Zhou be enough for these foodies? Fang Heng then took out the peanuts he brought with him.
"Come on. Have a try," Fang Heng said generously.
"Did you cook them?" Taking the wine cup, Chen Wei craned his neck and asked.
"No, I brought them from my pub," Fang Heng said spitefully.
"Then let’s savor them together." Chen Wei instigated everybody to savor Fang Heng’s peanuts. That way, there was no way for Fang Heng to look at him.
"The appearance is not so good as that of Boss Yuan's peanuts," Sitting close to him, Shen Xi said straightforwardly when he saw that.
"Indeed. The peanuts are not intact and not in the same size." Wu Hai said professionally.
"And the fragrance is also not as pure as that of the peanuts provided by Boss Yuan. It carries a glimmer of other tastes," Ling Hong said with a picky tone.
"They look so glossy and must be fairly greasy," Jiang Changxi said hesitantly.
